seeing blind | anya
Owen would never be prepared for this moment, even if it was exactly what he wanted for the longest time. He hated giving into the nerves clawing at his skin, almost roughly enough to call the whole thing off, but one way or another Anya would be at Degrassi come Monday, and he at least had a little more privacy in the thin crowd of the cafe now to work through his fear without an audience. Besides her. He remembered the pacing; the anxious habit he learned not long after his parent's divorce that was perfected once again with the end of his own relationship. He hadn't done it in some time, but the trail on the carpet of his bedroom was telling. He arrived too soon to The Dot, maybe telling himself that the faster he came, the faster the feeling would subside. The anticipation was the worst of it, each minute dragging by as he waited for Anya's arrival, checking the door every few moments.
